The King

"The king's heartbeat are the soul of the nation. When it went too fast, the nation prosper in darkness. When it went too slow, the nation besieged in peace, order and betrayal."

Nakaron rush to the top of the hill at the time he saw a great smoke rising to the sky. Bringing with him the curiosity of a young man living poorly in the middle of two warring kingdoms. He climbed the steep with ease by leaping from ground to ground. As he go near the summit of the hill, his body is wavering from the things he saw. He was get excited to see a multitude of people warring and spilling blood in the ground. His body stiffened when the view of the war between the kingdom of Nacillia and the kingdom of Oaloa spurred over his head. He saw the king of Oaloa smashes the head of the slain king and was beheaded. The young man stood up quickly to return home with his brother and to his old father which is in the bottom of the hill planting crops nearby.

His return is not a pleasant one, he saw his younger brother in the ground, cold and breathless. "Agito!" he called his brother while running from the hill side. "Agito! What happened in here?". That scenery made him not moving in despair for the life of his brother. Nakaron's eyes was put ablaze with anger and despair. His old man is missing leaving his brother dead in the ground killed by the wounds he get from cuts of a sword. "Who did this to you?" Nakaron cried. "Don't die! Agito!". He wept and shouted loudly in anger. He carry his brother in his arms, hoping some life to come with it, but no signs of life has come. He walked in the ground slowly, the weight of his dead brother is dragging him and slows him down while walking. Then, suddenly he heard a loud noise nearby, a noise of man laughing. "That man is tougher than I expected." The man said. Nakaron hide in the bush and spectered this group of men chatting. "What we would do to him now?" another man said. "Maybe we should kill him.". Nakaron turns his head all around the area, hoping to find his father.

There in a tree he saw his father, being tied and was beaten hardly. His father, Fiosco, cried solely as the blood in his face is flowing. Nakaron moved slowly, in the direction where his father is tied. Avoiding to be seen by the man that guarding him. "Old man, old man." the man said to Fiosco. "I didn't hid anything from you." Fiosco cried. "Are you sure of that?" the man said while walking closer to him. "Did you see this?" the man said, pointing a dagger in his face. By that time, Nakaron removed his self from hiding and show his anger in the face of the man who beat his father. "Nakaron, no!" his father cried. But the young man is so mad that even the voice of his father sounds just like a wind in his ears. His anger invaded his head, the madness resided in his heart when he sees his father humiliated like an animal. "Who are you?" the man eagerly ask. Nakaron just stared at the man, no words are coming from his mouth. The man sees the logic in the eyes of the young man. "Ahh--- so this is your son, right?" the man asked his father. "Yes I see! so another fool asses appeared just like you!". Nakaron felt the urge and start to move his feet towards the laughing, cocky man. "Hey! Are you sure you want a fight?" the man said, laughing by himself. Nakaron was not affected but instead his urge for a fight increases like a boiling water in a blazing fire. He was near when the man approaches him, underestimated, the man throw the dagger in the ground and turn his bloody arm into a fist of a beast. Nakaron was so relax, staring forcefully in the man's face and his hands are like smelted metal in the flame of anger. "I give the chance to run boy." the man said. As the moment they are about a fingernail of distance, the man suddenly drops and kneed looking at Nakaron while his arms are covering the wound to keep the blood from spilling. "You damn boy!" he said while suffering in a hell of pain. The man didn't saw it coming that a pointed knife is penetrated in his abdomen, that makes him dropped down in the ground kneeling, looking at the boy in pain. "You...!" the man tried to stand and he did, but as the moment he controlled his feet steady in the ground, Nakaron put an end on his misery by chopping his throat with the same knife. The man silenced and his blood spilled in Nakaron's face and the ground where his body lay dead is now became a soil of blood. Nakaron saved his father that time and he bring his father in a distant to treat his wounds. He brought his dying father beside the dead body of his younger brother. "You can leave us now." his father said. "No, I won't." he replied. His father suffered in pain, every word spoken is followed by a series of coughs where a plenty amount of blood appears in every cough. "You have your own life, your time with me is up." his father said, coughing. "No father! I won't!" he cried. "Brace up, son. You have your own destiny. It doesn't mean that this is my last moment yours too will." his father replied. "Be brave my son, I see it lately from you. You are a warrior, save the people from cruelty." his father said. "Father I will." he replied. "So my son, after I give my last breathe, bury us in our house and start anew." his father said.